Cultural Savage

A little ankle injury, which I must say was long overdue, has slowed me down a bit. I've split up with Paul whilst in Paris as we have differing interests. He likes the galleries, I like walking the city. (Of course the irony of me not being able to walk very well is well...ironic)

I really tried giving the galleries a fair shake. But I can't do it. Staring at endless painting after painting, and especially some of the modern art stuff..ugh. Does that make me a cultural savage? I don't know. I remember talking about, tho perhaps not blogging about, my art un-appreciation. It's really aimed at paintings more than anything else. I like sculptures. Taking a rock and making it something cool, I'm all for it. When we stopped in Florence by accident and thus ended up seeing Michelangelo's David, I was in awe. I thought it was incredible, and definitely worth a side trip.

But paintings...very few paintings really stand out for me, and the few that do, have never really left a lasting impression. While I might hum a song favourite song as I walk down the street, I rarely imagine the "Still Life of an Apple & Pear" while strolling the streets. Maybe it's just museum overload. Or I might be missing something significant.

We're heading to a coastal/border town whose name escapes me in Southwestern France for a little R&R from our vacation. Hitting the beach before heading to Spain and then back to London by the end of the week.

Anyway, I'll prolly get caught up with pics when I get back to London. I had fun meeting up with Will who woke quite early to catch us on a transfer in Milan from Rome to Paris. Thanks for showing us Milan in a Minute. You should do tours on the side dude.

Paris, France